DeusCaritasEst

To Whom Shall We Go? Of sin I am sorrowed and weary In the darkness of death enshrouded The cloud of chaos in its descent Brings light and laughter to silence While fear and confusion hold sway And truth is distorted and frayed. The hands of hatred take hold As the simpering vicissitudes drown out The words of the One who alone Speaks life and love to the lost Whose Blood with its burning may cleanse And whose Body once broken may satisfy The wounds of our weeping bitter tears Our hearts now healed of all hurt. To Him and for Him to turn Alone whose life is our hope Who to ignore is to kneel eternal To the Abyss that in brokenness rejoices And in misery and unmoving despair delights.